Knowing Me, Knowing You

Everyday, every minute I hide behind the curtain.

I mask my eyes with glasses

to hide the emotions.

I paint the mask on my face

to cover the spots.

I put on clothes to hide my body

and wear a hat to shy behind, 

but most of all,

I hide the true me the actions I do.

You see me as strong,

but I have my weaknesses.

You see my intelligence,

but there is so much I still don't know.

You see me as prepared, organized, and knowing of what I want,

but I am none of those,

I am just as lost as you.

And my fear of knowing you

will keep you from knowing me.

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